16 April 2013

hope.

every year i rally my best efforts in an attempt to enjoy spring. i'm a firm believer in growth and color and beginning again, but ninety five percent of this season ends up drippy and cold, and it plays hard to get in the worst way. ah, spring. i five percent love you.

as i type, the blue of the sky has been cottoned over with bright grey, and the world is wet and trembling with thunder. but still the trees look like this, bare-fingered branches asking for God. i'm there with them in the bald reaching, a beggar too needy to be tamed by fear or shame. Jesus, Son of david, have mercy on me.

i know what i'd like Him to do, to tidy and heal and fix our right-nows. but we also stand sure in the hope of life unending, and we want Him more than breath itself, so please God. give us You. at the beginning and end, we want You.

in other news, i am now homeschooling our youngest child. the shenanigans at school reached their saturation point, so now he has the unparalleled joy of mom as his teacher. (it is hard to slip by with sub-par efforts when your teacher knows exactly what you’re capable of, plus she lives at your house.) all in all, the days have been quite peaceful, and that's how i can TELL some of y'all have been busting your kneecaps in prayer. thank you.

Ha - the bald beggar. That's what I call my Baby Chip. I want for you to squeeze him; he will make you feel better in 3 seconds. I really love that last photo. And homeschooling! Look at how brave and smart you are!

those shots melt my soul. thanks, nic. wow, to the change with homeschooling. wonder how long he'll take to realize it can be a lot shorter than traditional school time if he listens carefully and gives his best.:) less than 2 months left, too--yay, for mom. but does it feel like there's not "enough" time to get ready? july now doesn't seem so far away. prayers for africa.